Zhou Leng slowly walked forward while operating the Great Sun Divine Skill.

The Witch Giant lightly shook his head and sighed, "In the game of high-level giants, wouldn’t you ordinary races be better off as spectators?"

He raised his hand, and just like before, the five voodoo dolls on his body opened their mouths.

Five streaks of black light flew towards Zhou Leng at a speed that even middle-rank demigods couldn’t discern.

At the same time, he lifted his head and waved his right hand, unleashing a terrifying surge of demigod power that transformed into a tsunami of power, crashing forward like tangible seawater.

Unlike last time, his expression showed a hint of helplessness. He didn’t want to kill, but the opponent was too weak.

The Star Silver Giant could withstand this attack, but a flesh and blood body could not.

"Down..."

The Witch Giant only uttered the first syllable of his second sentence when he saw Zhou Leng gently scoop with his left hand in front of him.

Swish, swish, swish...

A strange sound arose.

In the eyes of most demigods, he merely seemed to grasp the air with his left hand.

However, a select few demigods saw that at that instant, over three thousand translucent hand shadows floated in front of Zhou Leng, forming a terrifying power that sealed off all the power of the five voodoo dolls.

To Zhou Leng, the five voodoo dolls appeared like little chicks in a giant’s hand, scooped from the void, mashed and kneaded into a pitch-black witchcraft orb.

Some middle-rank demigods had deep, contemplative gazes.

Theoretically, below peak demigods, demigods can only control matter, not energy.

Even spells are indirectly controlled using other forces; the physique cannot directly provoke magical power.

Yet, this human grasped spell power like water, forming it into a ball of light.

Using only bodily strength.

This meant that his control over power had reached the level of a peak demigod.

Ahead, the tsunami-like pale white witchcraft power surged forward.

Zhou Leng swung a punch.

With a roar, the tsunami took a massive whirlpool hit in the center, falling rapidly inward.

The punch’s power shattered the tsunami, continuing to surge forward.

A series of shattering sounds like glass breaking were heard, surrounding space around the Witch Giant filled with countless cracks.

It was not space breaking, but layers of protective spells on the Witch Giant shattering.

"Hmm?" The Witch Giant raised his hand, and the voodoo dolls on his body opened their mouths one after another.

One, two, three, four... When all eleven voodoo dolls opened their mouths, the force of the punch finally dispersed.

"Divine Son?"

The Witch Giant’s words drew all eyes to Zhou Leng.

He couldn’t believe an unremarkable race in the universe held such potent power, only accepting that this was a Divine Son.

Zhou Leng lightly shook his wrist then threw another punch.

A grand river of punch force emerged between them.

The sky was filled with countless punch silhouettes, dense like rain, crossing the river.

Numerous punch shadows filled the entire footprint space, resembling a moving wall advancing towards the Witch Giant.

East Wind Fist, advancing fiercely.

Strangely, however, this wall of punches moved slowly.

And continued to thicken.

The Witch Giant quickly realized previously he avoided the Insect Giant’s attack by constantly shifting, so the opponent chose an all-encompassing attack with no blind spots.

He smiled slightly.

"Some still don’t understand what it means to be in the forefront of the Hundred Giant Clans. Let my dolls play to the fullest!"

On the Witch Giant, the voodoo dolls draped like layers of rain gear.

In an instant, all voodoo dolls opened their mouths simultaneously.

Some giants outside couldn’t help but retreat a step; they knew the Witch Giant’s horror.

Especially when all the voodoo dolls opened their mouths.

Everyone looked towards Zhou Leng.

Behind him, a gigantic map rose, with countless roads, cities, and people transforming into light points, flowing ceaselessly towards the center.

Zhou Leng’s body flickered constantly, like a character in an animation with discontinuous movements, flashing intermittently.

With each flash, he took a step.

Only very few people could see that Zhou Leng was not flickering, but issuing punches.

The rainstorm punch wall grew thicker.

"This is... another punch force stacked."

No one present recognized this as the power of the twentieth move of East Wind Fist, Myriad Unisons As One.

Zhou Leng could wield many punch forces of the East Wind Fist, but hadn’t fully comprehended them.

After slaughtering the Demon Worship Sect and uniting all countries worldwide, he soon comprehended the punch force of Myriad Unisons As One.

In some respects, he even surpassed Zhao Dongjun himself.

Because Zhao Dongjun only unified Dragon Country back then, unwilling to wantonly slaughter, he never achieved worldwide unity till death.

Now, though global unity isn’t perfect, it’s gradually being consolidated by Martial Saints’ high-pressure unification.

Not to mention lessons learned from the Starry Giants.

Before, Zhou Leng had never used Myriad Unisons As One in battle and didn’t know its strength, so he kept punching, kept punching.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of indomitable punch shadows merged into the rainstorm punch wall.

Zhou Leng felt his strength approaching the limit after countless punches, so he pushed forward with both arms, flatly.

At that moment, Zhou Leng’s aura transformed, the mighty true energy of the starry sky turned into tangible flames, enveloping his entire body, burning fiercely upward.

Advanced to middle-rank demigod.

The rainstorm giant wall accelerated in an instant.

Advancing like a mountain.

The Witch Giant smiled slightly, thousands of rays surged forward, transforming into thousands of witchcraft spells.

Some giants or alien trial takers previously defeated by the Witch Giant had a tinge of dread in their eyes; this was a nightmare for their races.

The reason the Witch Giant ranked 15th among the Hundred Giant Clans was this divine technique.

A thunderous explosion erupted, with divine light filling the sky like a blazing sun, flashing wildly in the confined footprint space.

Many outside instinctively squinted or turned their heads, fearing the divine light might blind them.

After the massive shock, the divine light dimmed.

People saw the upright figure of the human still standing, eyes showing a trace of regret and helplessness, similar to the previous gaze of the Witch Giant.

"Where’s the Witch Giant..."

People scanned around but saw no figure.

Only the previously ordinary footprint space was remarkably bright, resembling sunlight entering a dim room, faintly visible were fine dust motes drifting in the pale-gold light.

Golden rain mist.

A few demigod eyes deepened, looking at the air and ground inside.

Some trial takers who commanded magical power probed with their hand.

"There is a result..." an alien trial taker murmured.

"What result?"

"The Witch Giant was shattered. Except for a small amount of dust, the entire body broke into countless molecular groups, hence invisible to the naked eye."

"So it was golden rain mist..."

"This punch enters the top ten of the Hundred Giant Clans."

Only under immense power, where a large amount of matter particles are shattered and reassembled, releasing strange energy, can golden rain mist be formed.

Most demigods here had never seen a middle-rank demigod deliver such power, not realizing it was golden rain mist.

Zhou Leng stood quietly in place.